06-26-2014, 02:12 PM
She had to do something. Knock Jenna out of the way. Get in front of her. Push the bow out of the Quiet Man’s hand. Something! Matthew seemed to guess what she wanted to do. He grabbed her, pulling her against him, restraining her from putting herself in danger. His emotions and thoughts spread into her, weakening her. “No!” she yelled, trying to fight him off. “Let me go!”
Matthew growled. “Stay where you are!”
Melanie struggled to breathe. Her vision was getting cloudy and she could barely stand up. Still, she pushed against him. “He’s going to kill her!”
The grip around her only tightened. He didn’t care. Jenna wasn’t his priority. Melanie was the Target and she had to be brought back safe. If Melanie weren’t so distressed, she would have probed to find out where. “Then let him,” he replied coldly.
From where they were standing, Jenna stood firmly in the way of the Quiet Man. Even if they were to shoot at him, the bullets would have to go through her first. Melanie’s headache started to rage. She glared at the Quiet Man, wanting to throw the bow from his hand. Without its normal barriers, and in such a vulnerable state, her control was weakened. Suddenly, the supplies at the campsite were in the air, hurling themselves at the Quiet Man. Jenna was knocked out of her fearful stupor, falling back at the witchcraft happening around her.
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